Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

“A scientist a golden age Impending finitude of progression made And the doom of knowing knowing’s limits That they could come any day A selfish wish apply a brake Slow the with which we fill up the page Cause the closing of the covers colors life in inescapable gray We have found once the friction is lifted Inertia becomes our sworn enemy”

followed by Wow, Owls! – 1989, the best 4 years of my life

“you cant hug a photograph or kiss a melody but you can still relive memories. im encased in tattered transparencies and worn out grooves smoothed out by use from a needle tracing impressions of direction. you can pick up my broken body, dust me off, remember that i tried, remember that we all tried. maybe this time the words will make sense. is it so hard to lose your thoughts like mine? it balms the mind with painless numbing novacaine neverminds.”

“Look around and you’ll see that at times it feels like no one really cares. It gets me down but I’m still gonna try to do what’s right, I know that there’s a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have. There’s a line drawn in the sand, I’m working up the will to cross it.” Thrice – “The Artist in the Ambulance”

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”

“Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bullet proof.” – V for Vendetta “I’d rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself, than to be crowded on a velvet cushion.” -Thoreau